Chapitre 19: Fireworks rising into the sky
[Facing the imminent explosion of the Stellaron, please choose—]
[1. Quickly take Bronya away and retreat to Belobog, trying to preserve the city.
The explosion of the Stellaron will sweep across the entire planet. To leave remnants for Jarilo-VI, you must pray for the blessing of the Amber King.]
[2. Attempt to interact with the Stellaron, using your will to alter its future and prevent its explosion.
You will directly contact the Stellaron's consciousness, with a 20% chance of success.]
[Due to your entry "Self-Destructive Tendencies," a "sacrifice" option is fixed in your choices.]
[3. You will risk your life, draining all your imaginary energy to form a thick crystal wall, completely enclosing the imminent explosion of the Stellaron, and launch it high into the sky.
The impact of the Stellaron will be minimized, and its explosion will only destroy Belobog's walls.
Choosing this option, you will sacrifice your life.]
Didn't expect that entry to affect me here...
Ron rubs his temples, feeling a bit of a headache. This choice has really cornered him.
The Stellaron's explosion could destroy all of Jarilo-VI, no doubt about that.
To keep the simulation going, the Stellaron must be dealt with somehow.
But now, none of these three options seem viable...
The first option is purely a gamble, relying entirely on the Amber King's blessing.
But for over seven hundred years, Clipper hasn't looked at this cold planet, so why would it suddenly bestow a blessing?
The second option has a chance of success, but Ron knows the Stellaron is something even Herta, a wise seeker of knowledge, couldn't fully grasp. Trying to interact with it is no different from gambling.
A 20% success rate is proof enough.
But the third option... the third option requires his life.
Ron hesitates—he feels if he dies in the simulation, it will soon come to an end.
After all, Bronya's AI operation is quite poor. Without him turning the tide, Bronya would quickly let Belobog be buried in the snow, even if the Stellaron crisis is resolved...
But there's no other choice.
Ron sighs.
He can only hope that Bronya will grow from his and Cocolia's deaths, letting this simulation last longer...
He's still hoping to earn a golden epic entry.
He chooses the third option.
The text on the screen fades, and the screen suddenly emits a golden glow, with a popup—
[You have successfully chosen the epic event trigger option, and you have triggered an epic simulation operation. From now on, your actions in the simulation will be directly controlled by you.]
[The actions in this epic simulation will affect your golden epic entry.]
Direct control?
Ron is slightly stunned, immediately feeling a strange sensation.
It's like a soul in two bodies or a brain-computer interface controlling a virtual character—Ron is now controlling himself in the simulation without delay, able to act freely.
However, sensations like pain are blocked by the life simulation game, a very humane feature...
Otherwise, sacrificing himself to stop the Stellaron would mean feeling the pain of being burned to ashes.
But since there's no pain, and the simulation's actions will affect the reward of this epic event's golden entry, Ron becomes serious...
On the screen, the heavily injured Ron looks at the nearby Stellaron, radiating light, and after a moment of silence, he instructs Bronya:
"Bronya, remember, today Cocolia was corrupted by the rift and was defeated by you after a fierce battle."
"And I, your guard, disappeared into the rift because I was too reckless."
"This is everything that happened today. When you return to Belobog, spread the word... You need the people's trust, and this is a great deed that will win their trust."
Bronya is slightly startled, a bad premonition rising in her heart. She quickly grabs Ron's clothes:
"Wait, Ron, what do you mean?!"
But Ron just smiles tiredly and says:
"I just want to tell you... The hand you should grasp is no longer mine."
He looks at Bronya quietly for a while, ignoring her tearful eyes, and pulls her hand away from his clothes.
He walks over and pulls the Preservation Spear from the thick snow.
Dark golden crystals gradually grow on the spear. At Ron's command, the creation engine lying on the ground shines again, and the crystals on its body dissolve into imaginary energy, making it rise again.
He walks forward without hesitation, embracing the radiant Stellaron.
Flesh, bones, hair...
Everything turns into crystals, layers of thick crystals enveloping the Stellaron.
[Preservation] resonates with Ron's fiery will—
On the edge of the distant universe, the golden giant building the wall pauses its hammer for 0.00013 seconds.
This is the time the Amber King resonates with Ron's will.
The creation engine's eyes glow red, its giant hand grasping the crystal-wrapped Stellaron, hurling it high into the sky—
Bronya witnesses the most brilliant fireworks she has ever seen in her life.
The Stellaron's light explodes in the sky, shattering the dark golden crystals into scattered light, like small flowers blooming in the air.
The heavy haze is easily blown away by the explosion, and the newly risen sun brings the dawn of hope. In this dawn light, Bronya can see the dark golden dust floating in the air, the only remnants of Ron.
A spear falls from the sky, planting itself before Bronya.
She dazedly looks at the dawn, collapsing to the ground.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
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